Live With A Slave [VERIFIED]

"I laughed," she whispered. "Without permission."

"You don't have to—"

She looked at him then—really looked, for the first time. Her eyes were amber, flecked with gold. "I had a dream last night," she said, each word careful, as if confessing a crime. "In the dream, I walked out the front door. Just walked. No permission slip. No tracking chip. I walked until my feet bled and then I kept walking." live with a slave

Elias had inherited the arrangement along with the house. His late uncle had been a traditionalist, one of the dwindling few who still participated in the Voluntary Bonded Service program. "Live with a slave," the lawyer had said, sliding the contract across the mahogany desk. "Or terminate the arrangement. Your choice." "I laughed," she whispered

"That's not what I asked."